(Hey readers,
I am truly sorry that I got away with my stuff finding absolutely no time to write forward but still, I did it, without breaking the chain.
But surely this part has given me a "Wow, what I have written" vibe, go on and read yourself, and do tell me if you agree!
Yours,
Author)
"You are spreading nausea, you freak" many of them, the people of a reputed class who have taken the city-style on ease, complain pinching their noses as they were being suffocated by the prideful pheromone of that cow which was surely life-taking of the reputation marked people...
I am sure no one in this room could haven't experienced that circumstance...even though I am also not that foreign,
But they were foreign, Aliens to this land.
That was a reality that Hercules was made to see and understand each day - "be grateful that we are letting you linger on our land! "
It was as if they own this land!
And my grandpa was like a tramp to them! Who was living on the thrown-away pieces of the majority?
However, not in this case, how could he let his dear cows go who make it feel like his home?!
He stood up still politely enough knowing his place... Gradually saying-"I have bought them... and I shall not let them go..." in such a clear courageous voice in their vocabulary that sends many lifelong dwellers in shock, asking to themselves " did he even have a tongue?!"
But Hercules has a sharp mindset and undefeatable self-learning aptitudes that even in the quietness he learned every skill of there's in a better way than they being for a lifetime weren't master of!
So it was... An astonishing shame or embarrassment to the people that they never came to complain anymore-not for cow most probably but... (I gave a cringing smile)Many more things were still to fight on like my wicked cool granny...
But this particular event truly made a change marking a milestone in the heart of his multitude the people or particularly from the United Kingdom of India who seem to be shattered but now they have found hope of finding the courage to stand in front of the crushers, challenging them.
Holding the hands of a new emerging society of aliens, that was never believed to exist... A society that truly was a society like my grandpa always wanted-a society that helps, heals, and hugs when you bleed.